off the glass tabletop : an angel flew

after the quick shower

droplets of fresh water drape

the skeletal remains of a coral leaf

span a dainty membrane over 

a charred angel's wing, dead 

tossed out of the sea (its element)

yet bonding with the likes of it

as nothing else on earth

bones and water dance 

in light, effortless

pause pulse glisten

as silver spills upon this barren

inconceivable sky-desert of glass

white clouds heaven’s dust
birth around the surface

breathe shallow-quick

insatiable air to spring

in flight again :

in the afterlife of a charred

one-wing angel

there is always a first flight

in uncertain times of change

one sure thing : an angel 
will always be an angel